Tex Williams and Tex Williams & the Western Caravan - Smoke, Smoke, Smoke (That Cigarette)

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree

Of course it ain't for that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette

And a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down
He'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim
He finally called and raised the bet
I said "aces is full pal how about you?"
He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two
Right now I just gotta have myself a cigarette"

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette

The other night I had me date with
The cutest gal in these fifty states
One of 'em high bred uptown fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That everything's were like they ought a be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
Our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
So help me and I think I'd of been there yet
I give her a kiss, a little squeeze
She said "Tex excuse me please
I just gotta have a filtered cigarette"

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette

Written by:
Merle Travis, Tex Williams

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